Day 2 in Poland – Tuesday – was a bus ride to Stutthof near Gdansk in northeast Poland. Some of the of the camp buildings were still standing — many others were marked with simple memorials. There was a gas chamber and crematorium. The day was cold but no snow on the ground. The emotions I felt while walking in the footsteps of so many tortured and brutalized souls are hard to describe, other than deep grief. The most puzzling aspect was the proximity of new housing to the camp where approx. 65,000 people perished. You could throw a stone from the back yard of one of these homes and hit the gas chambers.
We took a long train ride to Warsaw in the afternoon and I sat next to a Polish man who spoke good English and he said he had never visited any of the concentration camps — ever. He sad it was too painful. Really?